“Is this supposed to be making me feel better?” Kid asked, chuckling—seeing something amusing about Treycore bringing that up right then.
“Yes, because all those things, those were part of why I found you so beautiful, more beautiful than even the most beautiful of the Almighty’s creations. I couldn’t explain it, but I hated how much I was attracted to you…and then to kiss you, to taste you, to feel you. You were so fucking addicting. You’re still addicting.”
Treycore kissed him, feeling Kid’s warm tears against his cheeks.
There it was. That fire. That passion.
Oh, to have Kid’s flesh against his own, his mouth open and willing. He could tell how much Kid was enjoying it by the way he whimpered. He hoped Kid was putting all that other stuff aside, forgetting about what Aerysn or Quintz had said and remembering how Treycore felt about him.
Kid put his hand on the back of Treycore’s head, pulling toward him. Treycore pushed Kid backward until he stumbled and started to fall. Treycore strengthened his hold around him, pushing their lips back together. His need…his desire was as potent as ever as he slid his own shirt, open in the front, off his shoulders.
Right there. He needed him that very moment, and he wouldn’t settle for anything else.
His wings pushed out of his back, and he clung to Kid as he fell backward, landing on the ground, not releasing Kid or letting up on his kisses. He was determined to remind Kid of what they shared, to make sure there couldn’t be a question about his feelings for him.
And Kid didn’t resist him. He kissed down Treycore’s body, his hands massaging his sides while his lips and tongue made their way down his torso, fully appreciating it the way he always did. When Kid reached his jeans, he unbuttoned them and pulled them down his legs, not even making it to his knees before sticking Trey’s cock in his mouth. He grabbed the shaft with both hands as he worked as much as he could into his mouth, ambitious as ever.
“Fuck, you’re good at that, Kid.”
Kid pulled it out of his mouth and took a deep breath, smiling as precum dripped from his lips. Treycore sat up and kissed him, lapping up his own cum.
“Let me inside you,” Treycore begged before kissing him again, and the way Kid relaxed in his hold, he knew Kid had surrendered to him.
Kid pulled away abruptly and pushed to his feet before scrambling out of his clothes. Treycore kicked off his own shoes and pulled his jeans the rest of the way off. Kid rose to his feet, his eyes continually shifting to Treycore’s cock as he removed his own pants. When Kid had his arms over his head as he was pulling off his shirt, Treycore approached him, snatched the shirt, and twisted it so that the sleeves tightened around Kid’s wrists, binding them together.
Kid looked up at Treycore. There was that desire in his expression, that intense passion that stirred so much excitement within him. If Kid only knew how much he cared about him, how willing he was to give him his everything, he would never have questioned the passion between them. If only Trey could have somehow implanted the awareness into his brain.
Treycore guided Kid to a nearby tree, where a branch was just the right height for his purposes. He tied the end of the shirt to the branch, Kid watching him as he made him his slave, his own personal whore. Treycore smiled at him. “Remind you of something?”
Kid smiled back. “A certain vine, you mean?” Kid chuckled, certainly recalling one of their early encounters.
“I don’t know what you think is so funny about that.”
“Brings back some good memories.”
When Treycore was finished binding his wrists, he stooped down, wrapped his arms around Kid’s legs, and hoisted him into the air. Kid gulped, and Treycore knew it was because no matter how many times they did this, it was always difficult and painful.
“I can go and at least try to hunt down some lotion,” Treycore said.
“You know I want it like this.”
Treycore pulled one arm away from Kid as Kid hooked a leg around Trey’s waist. Treycore spit in his free palm and used it as lube. He hadn’t even made an attempt to get that girthy cock of his near Kid’s hole, but he could feel Kid trembling in his hold in anticipation for the encounter.
“I’ll go slow,” Treycore assured him.
“Go as fast as you can,” Kid said, his eyes filled with that familiar, insatiable hunger.
Treycore obeyed. He slathered his spit on his cock before sliding it to Kid’s ass and pushing.
Kid ground his teeth but looked at Treycore like he was more determined than ever to take him. He nodded. “Give it to me, Treycore. I need it right now…so fucking bad. As much as you can.”
Treycore pushed more, but his cock didn’t go in easily. Not enough lubrication. He worked between spitting, adding it to his cock, and pushing until he was able to get in a little. Even less than an inch inside him, he could hear by the way Kid moaned that he was aroused and pained at the same time. Just the way Trey liked it, just the way he knew Kid wanted…craved…
He craved it that way too. He thirsted for Kid’s satisfaction. It felt like his most important—no, hisonly—desire. Because he wanted to know he could give Kid what he wanted, but even more importantly, let him feel that no matter how much pain he endured, Treycore would never take things too far. He wanted Kid to trust in that. Because he would read his every movement, his every breath, he would give him what he needed…because he needed it too.
***
The throbbing rippled through Kid’s body. It was so intense, but that was what he liked about it. Kid enjoyed that sensation of Treycore within him. He needed that more than Treycore could have possibly known. The pain…it helped him escape…forget about everything that had happened, not just back at the cabin, but throughout all the craziness, and throughout his life. He could disappear, even if only for a moment. And that felt so good…so right.
